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Donna M. (Hennessey) Hartung, a 28 year resident of Revere and
formerly of Charlestown, died on Sunday, July 24, 2011 at The Kaplan
Family Hospice House in Danvers following a courageous battle with
cancer. She was 63 years old.
Donna was born in Somerville on August 4, 1947 to the late Joseph and
Frances (Cunha) Hennessey. She grew up in Charlestown where she
attended Boston Public Schools and graduated from Charlestown High
School in 1968. She furthered her education and attended Bunker Hill
Community College and Suffolk University and received her Bachelor of
Science Degree in Criminal Justice. Donna began working for The
Suffolk County Sheriff’s Department in 1991 as a Deputy Sheriff. She
retired in 2009 after 18 years of service. She was also the first
woman member of the Revere Police Auxillary.

Donna is the beloved wife of 28 years to Lady June Baker. She is the
devoted mother of Janet Hartung of Revere, Tricia Avery of Woburn and
Mark Luiso of Everett. She is the loving Nana “D” to Eric, Kaileen,
Adam, Devon and Anthony. She is the beloved sister of retired Boston
Police Officer Tom Hennessey of Everett, Jack Hennessey of Everett and
Mike Hennessey of Malden. She is also survived by many nieces and
nephews.

ROBNIK John R. Jr., at 50 years, in Revere, unexpectedly September 5, 2010. Devoted son of Anna L. (Zampanti) Robnik and the late John R. Sr. and cherished brother of Cheryl A. Evans all of Revere and Paula A. Reardon of Ashland. Dear uncle of Christopher M. Evans of Revere, Lauren A. and Chase A. Reardon both of Ashland. Also lovingly survived by several aunts, uncles and cousins. Family and friends are invited to attend the funeral from the Vertuccio & Smith Home for Funerals, 773 Broadway (Route 107) REVERE on Friday, September 10th at 9:00 A.M. followed by a funeral mass in St. Anthony of Padua Church, Revere at 10:00 A.M. Visiting hours are Thursday only, 4:00 P.M. 8:00 P.M.. Parking available in the lot left of the funeral home. Interment in Woodlawn Cemetery. Former corrections officer and deputy sheriff for Suffolk county. Veteran of U.S. Army.

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Suddenly, in Dorchester. August 2. Beloved husband of Lynda M. (Gill). Loving father of Corinne E. & Gillian M. Ficarra. Dear son of John J. Sr. and Louise M. (Hall) Ficarra of Dorchester & FL. Brother of John J. Jr. & his wife Brenda J. Ficarra of Sharon, Richard A. & his wife Ann M. Ficarra of Waltham, David P. Ficarra, Roger E. Ficarra and his fiancée Laurie Lehane, all of Dorchester. Devoted uncle of Erin L. & Keith R. Ficarra.

Our Passing Brother;

We never expected to hear the news, the day that you had left. It seems as though the shift stood still when we heard about your death. You left in such a speedy way and why we will never know. God must of had a plan for you and therefore you must go. So, now, we must say goodbye, to a person we once new. That person a brother, a brother in blue.

God be with you Phil.

C.O. Robert Call

Correction Officer Robert D. Coughlin, March 20, 1958 – August 19, 2003

Farewell to Bobby Coughlin

The Suffolk County Sheriff’s Department and Local 419 are mourning the recent loss of 20 year veteran officer Robert “Bobby” Coughlin.  Bobby was involved in a single car accident in Pembroke after completing his 3—11 shift at South Bay on Monday, August 18, 2003.  He was 45 years old.  Bobby is survived by his loving wife Eileen (McCarthy), son Finn, 11, daughter Rose, 10, father Robert, sisters Ann and Irene, brother-in-law and South Bay officer Richard McCarthy, dozens of extended family members and hundreds of friends.

Over one thousand mourners attended the wake service on Friday, August 22 at the Sullivan Funeral Home in Hanover.  The Suffolk County Honor Guard was in attendance for all wake and burial proceedings, representing the SCSD in full dress uniform.  On Saturday morning, August 23, over two hundred-fifty officers, dressed in class A uniforms with hats and white gloves, gathered to participate in Officer Coughlin’s funeral.  Officers assembled in ranks and marched in cadence to and from Sullivan Funeral Home for a final walk-by of our fallen brother.

Officers then joined family and friends by marching single file into St. Joseph’s Church in Hanson for the funeral mass, celebrated by Father John Hannon.  No seat was empty.  An emotional and fitting eulogy was given by brother-in-law Denis McCarthy.  Denis spoke eloquently of Bobby’s love of Eileen, Finn, Rose, his father Robert and sisters Ann and Irene.  He described Bobby’s signature mannerisms and wit in a way that all who knew Bobby could truly relate.  Laughter found its way to the packed house when Denis described Bobby’s affinity for “Dorchester Martinis” and “Dorchester Shrimp.”  Bobby Coughlin lived in Pembroke, yes, but all knew he was OFD—Originally From Dorchester.

Bobby was laid to rest at Duxbury Cemetery.  As family and friends gathered around the casket, officers from Suffolk County and other law enforcement agencies stood at attention on the supporting hills.  State Police Sgt. Dan Clark sang a beautiful rendition of “Danny Boy” as a tribute to Bobby.  Suffolk County Sgt. Chris Fay was equally impressive with his follow-up performance on the bagpipes.  Father Hannon’s final prayer was complemented by a sudden burst of wind that ripped through the crowd.  All felt its power.  The American flag draping the casket was folded by the Honor Guard, given to Sheriff Cabral, and then presented to Eileen Coughlin.  In the most memorable and touching moment of the services, Bobby’s unconditional love for his children was returned as young Rose gave him a final hug, and Finn gave his dad a final salute.

The enormous send-off Bobby Coughlin received was merely a reflection of how he was valued in life.  As a correction officer, he garnered the respect of all.  Bobby began his career with the Boston Penal Department at age 25 at the Deer Island House of Correction in Winthrop—The Rock.  He worked the west wing on the hill prison, known infamously as the Wild Wild West.  At Deer Island he learned the tricks of the trade, the nuances of a job no one ever seems to understand.  Bobby did it with pride.  In 1991 Bobby was one of many veteran officers who made an easy transition to South Bay.  He maintained his under-the-radar profile while making new friends in the Sheriff’s Department.  He always helped the “newjacks.”  Bobby’s practical approach to corrections was to be firm but fair.  He was a role model correction officer, yet he didn’t even know it.  Like most correction officers, Bobby was a creature of habit.  The officers in central control were so accustomed to Bobby’s late-night phone calls to Operations: “Has the captain left yet?”  Bobby was a corrections classic.

Bobby’s personal life was dearest to him.  He cherished his house, his yard work, his friends, and most of all, his family.  His life was cut short but he lived life to the fullest.  It was always apparent to family and friends that inside his 6’6’’ body was an oversize heart.  Bobby conducted himself like a man on the job and in life, never complaining about bad breaks or shortcomings.  He was a tall man in stature, a big man in spirit, and a complete man in life.  His grin, witticisms, and large presence will be missed.  We must now embrace the spoiled luxuries of our memories.  We called him Bobby; we called him Coughdrops; we called him Woof ‘em; and we called him our brother, our friend.  He will always be in our hearts.  Bobby’s greatest gift to his Finn and Rose was his love, and they will always have his loving Irish eyes smiling over them.

Fraternally,

Brothers and Sisters of Local 419.

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free I’m following the path God laid for me,I took His hand when I heard Him callI turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day To laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way. I found that peace at the close of the day. If my parting has left a void Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a diss, Ah yes, these things I too, will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow. I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life’s been full, I savored much. Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief, Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me God wanted me now, He set me free. Trudi.